Bed. Either or. Arthur's seemed closer, so that's where they went. He managed to shove his nightshirt over his head somewhere in between actions, letting it drop to the floor- deal with that later- his palm dragging firmly up Leto's back at the first sign of skin.
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Date: 2009-02-21 11:28 am (UTC)